They cried aloud, and cut themselves after their manner with knives and lances, until the blood gushed out on them.
Zechariah 13:6 - Hebrew Names version (HNV) One will say to him, 'What are these wounds between your arms?' Then he will answer, 'Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends.' Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thine hands? Then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition And one shall say to him, What are these wounds on your breast or between your hands? Then he will answer, Those with which I was wounded [when disciplined] in the house of my [loving] friends. American Standard Version (1901) And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds between thine arms? Then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends. Common English Bible Someone will say to him, “What are these wounds between your hands?” And he will say, “These happened when I was hit in my friends’ home.” Catholic Public Domain Version And they will say to him, "What are these wounds in the middle of your hands?" And he will say, "I was wounded with these in the house of those who love me." Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version And they shall say to him: What are these wounds in the midst of thy hands? And he shall say: With these I was wounded in the house of them that loved me. |
They cried aloud, and cut themselves after their manner with knives and lances, until the blood gushed out on them.
Yehu drew his bow with his full strength, and struck Yoram between his arms; and the arrow went out at his heart, and he sunk down in his chariot.
For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evil-doers have enclosed me. They pierced my hands and my feet.
*Awake, sword, against my shepherd, and against the man who is close to me,* says the LORD of Armies. *Strike the shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered; and I will turn my hand against the little ones.
Pilate answered, *I'm not a Jew, am I? Your own nation and the chief Kohanim delivered you to me. What have you done?*
The smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever. They have no rest day and night, those who worship the beast and his image, and whoever receives the mark of his name.